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Losing love is akin to having a sad dream
But in the end, we realise that we're all alone
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Unknowingly
Unwittingly
We always think there is gonna be more time
Like everything really revolved around us

I'd stay with you
I could be with you
Maybe I'd learn to live for you
But I don't have that in mind

Uncover your eyes
The world is blind
Why should you be like them
Why should everything be colourless and bland

Please feel
Don't give up
You could change your life
Just one last time
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Without colour 
All in black and white
the world drowns in distant monochrome
One that is present cannot be felt

Without light
is a blind man in the dark
he sits there cautious and unemphatic
in reluctance to venture out

Without appreciation
is a growing baby without nutrition
an infant crying out for attention
there already has been a stain
 
Without hearing
is like a captive in isolation
with no exposure or connection to the outside world
trapped in a room full of only his own ideas
 
Without compromise
is a road that leads to a dead end
you have been blocked
do you turn back, or venture off the track
 
Without love 
even the most beautiful things
cannot be seen
they have become invisible
 
 
* * *
I'm lying on soaked cotton
the white, pale ceiling
and the voluminous mess in my room
speaks loud and audible tones

i'm dressed in beautiful clothing
my makeup is impressionable
my hair all done up
but inside i am empty

in echoes
the world resounds 
like me
just like me

so lonely
alone without feeling
alone without soul
alone without compromises

i am thirsty for the meaning
so bitterly searching
could you let me know
could you take me home
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i want to float in the sky
like a spectrum of light
like a falling leaf
like a crushed moth

i want to drift in the sea
like the froth of its mouth
like the sand of its shores
like the shells of its creatures

i want to close the ending of the past
and open the door leading to the future
time will not wait
for things not worth waiting for
 
i want to meet my silent fate
i want to know 
what will be to come?
what will i become?
 
wherever she leads me
is a rendition i cannot justify
all i know of is this
those who cannot follow will be left behind
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in my mind are these flashes
fragments of an elusive shadow
all these flights of stairs
how long do i have to climb to get out of here

No matter how fast i run
i just can't catch up to you
to see your features clearly
to touch the hem of your clothing

you are standing on a plane
is it the same level as mine?
am i still running?
or is my body already falling?

the world shifts in an unpredictable motion
having an independent axis of its own
i am afraid
but still i hold on to your hand

in my subconsciousness
i know as long as you are with me
i will survive
deep in the blue
* * *
i keep another of her in my closet
for days when i just cannot wake up
i look in the mirror
but i can't see myself in there

these sand grains in my bottle
of many colours, of black and white
it's so ironic
because i myself have fallen into their depths

i can feel its gripping
leaving these marks on my skin
the sinking down into quicksand
everything's sinking in

even if it's just for a little while
can't happiness stay with me?
no one answers
i'm always here alone

do you feel better?
never losing sleep, never losing time
when my whole body is gone
you will no longer see me again
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         For every boat
there are different things to keep them afloat
can we enforce our ideas on others?
and do they have to accept it?

when is it right or wrong
to stand our own ground
or lose our views in the face of others
a voiceless mime in a superfluous life-play

recently
more and more
i feel as though i have lost my voice
and cannot speak anymore

or is it you?
have your ears closed?
          
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In His time, in His time.
He makes all things beautiful, in His time.
Please show me every day,
As You're teaching me Your way,
That You do just what You say,
In Your time.


In Your time, in Your time,
You make all things beautiful, in Your time.
My life to You I bring,
May each song I have to sing
Be to You a lovely thing,
In Your time.
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little droplets are already falling down
they drip onto your hair
as if wanting to drench you completely
but they never succeed

you burn like fire
an ever-raging inferno
the inside you is restless in fury
for reasons never quite important

the voices around you are no longer friendly
but what does that matter?
it is detrimental to believe you've lost it all
when hope stands on your side

you don't have to give in to the demons in your head
you don't have to be so afraid
tonight, the sky is red
so are our eyes
 
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